The elite of Beimang and the armies of all fronts from all directions attacked like a tide.

During the military exercise, many Chinese soldiers were killed.

Some were killed, which could have been avoided.

But the coalition forces did not show mercy.

Over the years, Beimang has also lost the problem of being condemned in advance.

If they have a vengeance, they will avenge it that night, and they will never stay overnight.

The veteran gods of war in various countries panicked.

Even Gan Daolin was frightened by this battle.

He looked at Zhang Xiangbei in the crowd with a reluctant face.

This damn legend of Beimang is obviously not as tall and mighty as himself, but he is like a god, overlooking all living beings.

The dazzling light of fire shone on his face, and Gan Daolin felt like a world away, as if he had returned to the battlefield of the outer land, and despair and suffocation welled up in his heart.

"Gan Daolin, what now?"

A veteran god of war who had just made a comeback asked anxiously: "Look at this posture, there must be an army of 100,000 Beimang!" ”

Gan Daolin gritted his teeth and hated this alarmist coward!

In the entire military exercise, Huaxia sent only 8,000 troops, and counting the armies of all fronts, Beimang survived only two or three thousand elites.

What the hell are the 100,000 Beimang Army?

"If you don't want to be tied, just kill a bloody way and rush out!"

Gan Daolin shouted angrily and led his troops to fight.

The veteran gods of war in various countries are afraid of returning, but the basic quality is still there, under the leadership of Gan Daolin, they resist stubbornly, throw away their armor, struggle to the death, and shout...

Han Dong listened to the horn of the charge resounding through the mountain, looked at the elite of China all over the mountain, and suddenly felt that he had returned to the era of war and gunpowder, and his eyes were wet.

Peace is not easy to come by, and prosperity is not easy to come by.

Looking back suddenly, my brother-in-law was long gone.

Han Dong's blood was surging, and he roared angrily: "Brothers, rush! ”

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In the command room, the atmosphere was restless.

All the military veterans were boiling with blood, as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

"General Zhang explained to me in detail at a high-level meeting before, this is called the tactic of closing the door and beating the dog!"

Ye Zhengting excitedly lit a cigarette, and he was proud.

Several old Wushuang lit cigarettes one after another to soothe the restlessness and agitation in their hearts.

A certain white-haired old Wushuang couldn't help but whisper to Long Fei: "Brother Fei, this is just an unpretentious military exercise." In the past, General Zhang would at most make a brief speech at the opening ceremony. ”

"Won't it be a bit of a bully to personally supervise the battle this time?"

Long Fei obviously heard Lao Wushuang's banter and ridicule after the high pressure.

The veteran gods of war from various countries poured out their nests and were determined to pull the Beimang army off the altar.

And the reason why these old people dared to come to China was to see Zhang Xiangbei die in battle, and they wanted to be in the limelight, and they were ashamed.

Long Fei lit a cigarette and frowned: "General Zhang's skills are itchy, what's wrong with stopping itching?" ”

"Besides, my brother participated in the military exercise as a small soldier, and he didn't open a tuba."

Long Fei said confidently.

Everyone was stunned, they didn't dare to be hard-mouthed, and they didn't want to be hard-mouthed.

Ye Zhengting sighed and said meaningfully: "I just feel a little aggrieved for Fei Ge, this battle should have been Fei Ge's battle of your gods." ”

"I'm a dignified young marshal of Beimang, can I still go down in person?" Long Fei's face was full of majesty, and he stared at Ye Zhengting with a cold condensation. "Commander Ye, who do you think of me?"

Ye Zhengting twitched the corner of his mouth, and when he saw that Fei Ge didn't play tricks at all, he didn't humiliate himself.

But several old Wushuang have their own little Jiujiu, and even Commander Ye is a little uneasy.

When he listened to He Jun's report just now, he didn't even know Zhang Xiangbei's identity, but he was obviously full of admiration and admiration for Brother Zhang in his mouth.

During work hours, he opened his mouth and publicly called Brother Zhang.

Even at the family banquet, this kid has never called himself a cousin so emotionally!

It has to be a relationship established on the battlefield, solid.

If this military exercise returns with a great victory, no one dares to imagine how terrifying Zhang Xiangbei's position in the military department will be.

These old Deng were a little worried about the soldiers they had worked so hard to bring, and they all became Zhang Xiangbei's little fan brothers, and they made wedding dresses for Beimang.

Zhao Changying peeked at Han Jiangxue, who was standing in the corner, without saying a word, and said calmly: "Looking at the current situation, Huaxia is only one step away from victory. Once triumphant, your brother Zhang's prestige in the military department will reach its peak. Even those who are not from the Beimang system will obey him. ”

Han Jiangxue was stunned.

After staying up all night, a look of doubt appeared on his beautiful face, which was a little pale: "Is my brother Zhang going to the battlefield for fame and fortune?" Is it to make others obey him? ”

"If that's the case, then why did he let the stand-in enjoy the applause and flowers that should have belonged to him?"

"Does Zhang Xiangbei still need to do this to prove himself? Isn't he the most dazzling just by standing on the stage? ”

Zhao Changying twitched the corners of his mouth, a little embarrassed.

She has been in politics for many years, and her brain circuits and Han Jiangxue are not a system at all.

"Zhao Changying." Han Jiangxue frowned, seemed to be a little displeased, and coldly glanced at the woman whose mind was full of the city's calculations. "You and my brother Zhang are not the same kind of people."

"I beg you, don't insult my man."

Han Jiangxue's palms and backs of her hands were full of sweat, and she was almost worried about killing Brother Zhang, who was fighting with a bayonet, but this dead woman discussed these fame, fortune and prestige with her, and Xue Bao was annoyed to death.